My tension's stirred a mountain WHO: Wolverine and Evie Frye WHERE: Police station training gym WHEN: Thursday night WHAT: Training/sparring WARNINGS: Bad language possibly STATUS: In progress
The sound of his fists against the heavy bag echoed against the brick walls. A steady sound that drowned out a lot of what was going through Logan's mind. He didn't want to think about anything he only wanted to hit something, feel his muscles burning from the constant movement. It was easy to fatigue him in this place, it slowed his healing factor quite a bit. He felt as if he had aged ten years in the time he had been in Marrowood and Grimoire, but really it was the stress and the near constant battles that wore on him. But he was a soldier, a fighter... a killer. He'd do whatever was needed to keep the people around him safe.
He hit the bag again, harder this time so that it swung away from him. It almost hit the ceiling, and when it came back down he delivered a devastating roundhouse kick to it causing the bag to fly across the room. He grumbled under his breath, and moved to retrieve the equipment. He'd have to fix the hook again if it wasn't completely torn off like a few of the others. He really did have to be more careful with the equipment. They had spares, of course, but he had to make them last. He picked up the bag and hefted it onto his shoulder with ease. The hook was a little bent, but he could take care of that. Later. Right now he still needed to train.
He grabbed one of the katanas from the weapons rack and began to go through the various kenjutsu stances that he somehow knew. He couldn't remember exactly as was the case with a lot of things. But his body knew it, muscle memory combined with something in his subconscious made him a dangerous man with a sword in hand. Not that he needed it, but it was good to rely on something other than his claw. Logan sliced through the air, the sound reverberating around him as he moved.